If she suspected something was up, she didn’t show it. Jane Shepard had been along in her quarters when the door opened, and in walked Ashley, Tali, and Liara. Into her private quarters, just like that. The renegade spectre was angry, but she calmed herself. She never thought anything of the fact that all three of the women had, at some point, been mercilessly tickled by her, kept quite wit vague threats. After chancing upon Liara, she had taken time to target each other soldier, taking joy in breaking them down into a giggling wreck.
As soon as she began to demand they explain their presence, they struck. Moving quickly behind her, Ashley grabbed hers arms and held them behind her back, and Tali pressed a three fingered hand over her mouth. She tried to escape, but Ashley held her arms tight, and the hand blocked her shouts of anger.
“Well Commander, we’ve been talking, and it seems you’ve been up to some mischief” said Liara “and we feel that it’s only fair we return the favour. So here’s what we’re going to do”
“We’re going to tickle you.” Ashley interrupted “We’re going to tickle you like you tickled us. We’re going to tickle you until you can’t take it anymore, then we’re going to tickle you some more.” If Shepard could have talked, she would have pointed out that when they were done, she would make them pay.
Without warning, she flung her head back into Ashley’s face. The stunned soldier let out a cry of surprise, grabbing at her face to ebb the flow of blood that began pouring out. Before Shepard could get off another attack, or a cry for help, Liara hit her with a powerful biotic blast, causing her limbs to go limp while the air was knocked from her lungs.
As Shepard fell to the floor, Tali healed Ashley’s nose with her Omni-tool. Working quickly, the three women quickly stripped off her clothes, leaving the furious Shepard clad only in a black set of undergarments. The quickly tied her arms behind her head, leaving her armpits stretched taut, and bound her ankles and toes together. They set her on the ground, putting the blanket off her bed beneath her. Tali took out two grenades, and, removing the payload, activated it’s magnetic grip and placed it on the ground, then tied some thin, but extremely strong, wire around it, then looped it around the cables binding her arms, while utilizing the second one to pull the cable around her ankles up towards the ceiling. As a finishing touch, Liara jammed a piece of cloth into her mouth, covering it with an adhesive patch.
Shepard regained motor functions not too long after they finished, and quickly discovered she could barely move. The cable around her toes made moving her feet impossible in the slightest. Similarly, moving her arms to cover her armpits was also impossible. She could move her torso around a bit, before Tali plopped down on waist, just between her stomach and bent legs. On top of that, the makeshift gag left reduced to shouts to muffled whispers.
Liara meanwhile sat down by head, while Ashley stood by her feet. Looking down at Tali, Ashley said “do it”. Tapping a few holographic controls on her omni-tool, Tali played a recording consisting of several cut up recording of Shepard.
“Joker, I’m working with something in my quarters with Ashley, Tali, and Liara. We are not to be disturbed. How long will a scan off all the planets in the system take?”
“About 5 hours Commander”
“Do it. Don’t bother giving me any reports; I’ll get them when we’re done”
“Roger that.” Joker never even thought twice about the orders. Shepard seemed to have no problem taking time out from tracking Saren to look for precious minerals. He also didn’t think twice about the fact that her meeting consisted of every women in her squad. Tali was the most technically minded person on the ship, Liara the most powerful biotic, and Ashley the most skilled soldier. It made sense to him that if she was to discuss tactics, she would consider them experts in their fields.
“Well, that ought to give us a bit of time to have some fun” said Ashley with a smirk. “Oh, I almost forgot! You’re probably already planning to space us when were done.” Taking out an injector, she held it to her face. “The doc whipped this up. Seems even she got your initiation. She had too much work to join in the fun, but she was more than happy to help us out. When were done, this will fake the effects of shock. Then, when we bring you to the med bay, she’ll use a powerful chemical that erases short term memories. However long we play with you, she uses the right amount to erase that far back, and claim the effects of stress and battle fatigue.”
Shepard was almost impressed at the planning they had put into their plan. Whereas she could simply intimidate her victims, they had been forced to figure out a different plan of attack. She was almost proud. She didn’t have too much time to feel pride, however, as the girls began.
Each of the girls begun their ticklish assault, each one favouring a method that spoke of their own personality. Ashley tickled her feet aggressively, running her nails up and down their helpless soles without delay or warning. Instantly, Shepard began laughing, hearing almost nothing come from the makeshift gag.
Soon, Tali joined in. Like any Quarian, she did this unfamiliar task with a curiosity. Quarians, though as ticklish as any species, had no knowledge of it. Shepard’s attempt to tickle her was hampered by her suit, but she had managed somewhat to do so. The strange sensations, which forced her to laugh uncontrollably, left her confused. Unlike the other two, however, she did not find it to be torture. She was quite eager to see Shepard’s reaction, as her three fingered hands poked her ribs, while Shepard attempted to wiggle away from under her in vain.
Tali, meanwhile, lightly stroked her armpits. Asari were a graceful species, with life spans as long as 1,000 years. Appropriately, her fingers lid over her smooth armpits, almost as if they were doing a flowing dance. She did so slowly, in no apparent rush, as she extracted more laughter from Shepard. Shepard, meanwhile, was going crazy. She had no idea she was so ticklish, had never expected she would receive her comeuppance, or that it would be so bad. Unfortunately for her, it was about to get worse.
Ashley grabbed her toes with one hand, pried them back, and began to wiggle her nails underneath the sensitive digits, causing Shepard to go ballistic, and tears to stream down her face. She tried to scrunch her feet shut, but the tough soldier easy kept them pried back. Tali, too, had increased her attack, discovering that squeezing Shepard’s ribs caused an increased reaction. Naturally, upon realizing this, she began to knead them, while the poor Commander silently begged her to stop, as the three fingers drew away what little resistance she had left with each ticklish squeeze. Liara, meanwhile just continued to lightly stroke the smooth hollows, which, bafflingly, was driving Shepard mad, the slow, methodical torture tickling even worse than Tali’s kneading. Though it was nothing compared to Ashley’s method, which had now changed to pulling pack one toe at a time, and scratching the ticklish flesh between it. If not for the gag, Shepard would have screamed.
Nonetheless, she was able to make enough sound that Ashley knew she had struck a nerve, a very ticklish one at that, and she continued with glee, scratching each and every ticklish nook and cranny, delighting in the suffering she was causing her former tormentor. Shepard, meanwhile, was not nearly as delighted. All she could do to keep from going insane as she thrashed in vain was think of a revenge she would never remember to use. And she knew it. She knew they could do whatever they wanted to her, and she’d never remember. They were untouchable, as they poked and prodded and tickled her vulnerable, helpless body, and that thought seemed to make it tickle all the more.
It then got even worse. Liara, having never changed her method, finally adopted a new strategy. Leaning forward, she licked the smooth hollow, slowly, softly, and delicately, with the same care she had used in scratching it. Shepard went insane as she did this. If not for the extremely strong magnet, she might have been able to jerk free from the bindings as Liara’s smooth tongue tickled her body beyond comprehension. As Liara licked the tender hollow, she made a talon like claw with her other hand, poking her nails into the opposite pit. She didn’t wiggle them, or scratch them, or move them in any way, yet Shepard’s jerking caused her pit to continually move, ensuring the pressure the nails exerted was constantly shifting, and thereby denying her body the ability to adjust to the pressure and block out the tickles. In effect, her own uncontrollable attempt to escape the tickles simply allowed them to continue. Essentially, she was tickling her own pit. Not that being able to stop it would have made a difference, and the rest of her body was tickled by her tormentors.
Before long, she simply stopped struggling, expect for slight twitches, too tired to struggle anymore. This seemed to appease her tormentors, and they stunned her again before untying her and redressing her, preparing to enact the final part of their plan.